Technology is the mind’s gas station,
a lulling mug of warm cocoa
topped with instant gratification.
The cocoa’s side effect: addiction.
Translation: frustration. We crave
the web, this neurotic sedation.
The computer flashes tiny pixels
like a neon sign, but the screen
is a window, information trickles
both ways faster than the wind
But just open the windows,
to brighter pixels in a star’s twinkle.
Sun shines through window shutters,
while outside a grass blade quivers
as a dragonfly pauses to rest,
a computer knows no difference
from the aroma of dew and rain
on wheat-filled, corn-filled, bean-filled plains.
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